On a hot day in Lawrence, Kansas, Dean had decided it was the perfect time to give the Impala a good wash. He was focused on the car, humming along to classic rock playing on the radio. You, however, had something else in mind. With a playful smirk, you grabbed the bucket of soapy water and splashed it all over him. Dean let out a yelp with a slight growl. “Damnit!” He glanced down at his shirt, now clinging to his body. The corners of his mouth twitched with a grin. “So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh? You’re gonna pay for that. Better watch your back.” You laughed, enjoying the sight of him dripping wet and ruffled. Dean stepped closer, playfully dripping water as he reached for you. Dean open his arms and squeezed you into a hug